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When it rains I think of her.
When the sun shines in Spring I think of her.
I think of how her voice sounds like rain. It can be soft or it can be forceful changing wherever the conversation takes it like the wind carries the rain.
Like the rain she is ever changing, her values and meaning constant but her emotions and reactions never the same, keeping me guessing as she twists around and dances in the light like drops of crystalline mirrored glass. Her eyes dancing from one thing to the next like puddles splashing in the light before the sun comes up, the violet and red clouds melting into the horizon. The storm leaving a sense of renewal and awakening like the feeling I get after spending time with her. She reminds me of rain, her power to be gentle, caressing softly like a lover but strong enough to move boulders and crush stone in a sudden rush if bottled or cornered.
Her strong focus and strong spirit uncontainable or stoppable, Just like sun and water it can never be held back from the sky for long or pinned down on the shore. Even if it is stopped it will find a way,in time. Though she is impatient to make an impact, to change the scenery. To fall to earth like the rain and sunlight as it flickers down. To cause flowers to bloom in the morning bright and rivers to surge, to make it to the ocean. Bigger and Better dreams for the Dreamers heart.
She is like the rain, the crash of lightning being so much like her smile lighting up the gloom that suspends the sunlight for just a little longer, teasing and taunting but always giving sunlight back to the world in the end with a single breath and roll of thunder. The soft patters of her heart beating on my window both soothe and excite me, thinking of new things. New adventures, new places to explore and see. The sunshine being her radiance and skipping across her making small rainbows that trail after her like hope a new, clinging delicately to whatever being needs that last loving touch. The dirt and cold of winter washed away with sunlight and dew drops. A mix of tenderness and strength I can only stare amazed at.
She reminds me of after it rains, the sunshine glinting in her eyes coyly, warning of the other adventures she has brought today. The smell of electricity and the gift of warmth and light embodied in a single being.
She reminds me of sunshine and Rain storms.
And tonight I can sleep in peace thinking she is near as the rain beats at my window and sunshine comes to me in the morning slipping in my window like a child and curling up next to me with her warmth and light as if to apologize or having too much fun in the storm.
I will smile and kiss her softly, holding her tight, giggling that I had fun in the storm as well.